Looking at Chu Qingyan's back, Qin Siqiang roared hatefully: "This place is nearly a hundred miles away from Wuhengjiudi. Even if you forcefully drive the sword to the foot of Wuhengjiudi, do you still have the spiritual power to pass through those barriers?"

There are barriers at the foot of the mountain where no one can break in. No matter who enters, they need spiritual power to control it to pass. Without spiritual power, each path is a gate of hell. No matter how strong it is, it is difficult to escape unstoppable.

Chu Qingyan seemed to have not heard of it, and her steps were in a hurry.

"Not allowed to go!" Qin Siqi was extremely angry, raised his hand and slapped him with a fierce look.

She must not let him go back to save that woman!

Qin Siqi used all his strength without any slightest hand. Even though Chu Qingyan only had half of his spiritual power, he was still not something Qin Siqi could trap.

The ending is both sides suffer.

Qin Siqiu fell to the ground and couldn't get up, Chu Qingyan couldn't even lift her.

Qin Siqi looked at him in despair, his eyes full of tears: "You are so low that your spiritual power is not as good as the last disciple, and you can't save her!"

"Ah Chang asked me to accept you as my disciple and let me teach you well, don't let you go the wrong way, don't abandon you." Chu Qingyan wiped the blood from the corner of her mouth, and looked at Qin Siqi's cold eyes, "I will not expel you from the master. Once this matter is over, I will destroy all your cultivation. You will stay at Xiaofeng Canyue House in the future and don't go anywhere."

The tears in Qin Siqi's eyes fell down: "It's all because of her... Master, what am I?"

"You are my apprentice. I promise Ah Chang that you will only accept one apprentice like you in your life." Chu Qingyan staggered and said, "There is no successor to the true master Qingzhuo, and it will be cut off after a hundred years."

After saying that, he turned around and left.

Among the weeds all over the ground, Qin Siqi fell to the ground, looking at the man's leaving back with empty eyes.

Chu Qingyan, you are so cruel!

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Chu Qingyan knew that now he had reached the extreme, both his body and spiritual power, but he had to hold on.

This place is less than a hundred miles away from the land of no hatred. In the past, he went with his sword and arrived in a moment. But now, he needs to measure it step by step.

When Pozhi fell to the ground again, Chu Qingyan's soles had already bleeding. She looked up and looked into the distance and could see the top of the mountain where she was not resentful and bitter.

Have been away for so long...

After walking for a while, I finally arrived here before dusk.

Chu Qingyan's spiritual power is now low, and the broken stalk in her hand seems to be rusted. Not to mention the green light, even the blade cannot be seen. Chu Qingyan picked it up, used it as a stick, leaning on the sword, and walked forward step by step.

Standing at the foot of the mountain where I don’t hate the bitter land, Chu Qingyan was already in a mess, her hands were covered with blood marks, and her boots were stained with a lot of soil and dust. She could not see what she was originally looking, but fortunately she was still intact, but his feet had long been soaked in blood.

Without spiritual power transmission, Chu Qingyan could only climb up the mountain step by step.

I don’t regret that there is no one guarding the foot of the mountain, and there are only one spiritual formation guarding. The previous two roads were Chu Qingyan who could pass through. Later, Chu Qingyan could only bear these three roads.

First there was a thunder formation.

The formation attracted the mysterious thunder of the nine heavens, and they slashed down one by one. Even though Chu Qingyan still had some tiny spiritual power around her, her muscles and bones were constantly lucky.

After the thunder formation, Chu Qingyan fainted and seemed to have been unconscious for only a while, and then he was awakened by pain.

The sunlight is getting lost and it is almost night.

When there is no sun, it is too late to have nothing.

Holding Pozhi's hand started to tremble in pain. Chu Qingyan could hardly hold the green sword that had been following him for several years and had been weighing thousands of pounds. After trying several times, he could stand up with the sword.

The Heavenly Thunder Array has passed, followed by the Heavenly Fire Array, and finally the Xuan Ice Array.

Whether it is Tianhuo or Xuanbing, it consumes all the spiritual power and hard work of the people who have passed the level.

Chu Qingyan finally couldn't get through the last level, touching the mechanism, and he was directly sealed in the Xuanbing Formation.

There was a strange movement in the formation, and Xiao Fengqin was in a state of burning head, and when his disciples came to report it, he rarely got angry: "I'll come to you for such a small matter! Just go to your senior brother to deal with it."

"Yes, the head."

The disciple was silent and dared not speak, so he hurriedly retreated.

"Master, look at this matter..." Xiao Fengqin rubbed his hands and looked at Master Yuanhui who was sitting next to him in embarrassment, feeling sad. "It was also the negligence of me, the head of the sect. Master, you know that Luo Feng has always been doing a steady job in my family. I have tried my best to eliminate evil spirits over the years. As for the fact that the soul hiding in this yuzu pond, I think Luo Feng must have been deceived by someone."

The way of Qingzhuo Zhenren is naturally not needed to be explained by Xiao Fengqin. Master Yuanhui nodded: "President Xiao, I understand what you mean."

The soul of Miss Qin six years ago was different from this soul that was almost evil that could be placed on other things. Master Yuanhui used the soul-calculating needle to fix the soul. He was so well- nurtured, and he was in many barriers. The formation technique was obviously the technique of Qingzhuo Zhenren. If this matter had nothing to do with Chu Qingyan, even if Xiao Fengqin had a lot of flowers blooming on his tongue, there was no way to start.

Master Yuanhui said this, which is equivalent to agreeing to conceal the matter.

Xiao Fengqin felt relieved. He sat aside and lamented, "Thank you for your understanding, Master."

Taoist Song didn't drink alcohol today, but just held the wine gourd in his hand. He looked at the ghost fixed in the formation, with his eyebrows locked: "How to deal with this? Master, don't you really have to say something to Luo Feng?"

He vaguely felt that this soul caught from the Jiaocao Pond was not an ordinary ghost with unknown origin. The Qin girl who was fond of the fallen wind at that time died in the Jiaocao Pond, and her soul was also raised there. Later, the soul dissipated, but...

Thinking of this, Taoist Song looked at Xiao Fengqin: "Master, I always feel that I should wait for this matter, at least the prophet will make a sound of the wind."

"No need." Xiao Fengqin waved his hand, "The master said just now. I don't know how to do this soul. I have already sucked human blood. Luo Feng must have been hit by Luo Feng. Luo Feng became the host. This soul will seize his consciousness step by step, and it will cause a disaster at that time."

Everyone knows the cultivation level of Qingzhuo Zhenren. Once you are bewitched by this soul of unknown origin, bloody storm will inevitably be inevitable.

Who can guarantee that this is not a conspiracy in the ghost world? No one dares to take this risk.

Taoist Song had nothing to say, sighed and sat aside, stopping talking.

After looking at the hourglass that were counting the time, Xiao Fengqin calculated the time: "Master, when are you planning to start?"

Master Yuanhui twisted the Buddhist beads and stood up: "If the leader has decided, I can start now."

Xiao Fengqin looked at the soul locked in the formation and was almost dissipated by the soul-fixing needle. He made up his mind and said, "Master is working."
Chapter completed!